Is it really so strange
abnormal
wrong
that I'm disenchanted
with this life
this meaningless expanse of time
this desperate race
to get to the end
of something we're told to make the most of
to cherish
to embrace
because sure
it's something-
it's all we've got
but is something better than
nothing
better than
silence
better than
freedom from pain
suffering
Heaven
Hell
when there'sPeople starving
crying
hurting
dyingPeople fighting
killing
hating
takingPeople bleeding
fading
ghosting
hidingPeople asking
wondering
trying
failing
to find
a reason
to live.